Heh, here I am! (finally lol)
Thanks so much for the reviews!
And I'm never up to any good. :devil: I mean...er...:shifty: :angel:
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Miami lab, layout room, 2 days later
Katie: *dusting vase*
Speed: *pulls over magnifying lamp*
Katie: You didn't come over yesterday to visit Stephanie.
Speed: Had to work late.
Katie: *grabs tape* How come you don't like her?
Speed: *staring through magnifying lamp, holds up clothing* I never said that.
Katie: So you do like her.
Speed: Never said that either.
Katie: So you just hate children in general.
Speed: *picks up swab*
Katie: Lori's doing a good job with everything, you know.
Speed: Mhm. *swabs clothing*
Katie: You seem rather...subdued.
Speed: My marriage is finally improving, I'm not worried about my daughter, Horatio is planning a road trip in the next couple of weeks and I just got a pay raise. I'm having a good week.
Katie: Would it kill you to smile then?
Speed: *smirks*
Katie: *smiles* Close enough. OH! By the way, I was going to tell you. I have a date tonight.
Speed: That's great.
Katie: With Eric.
Speed: *lifts head*
Katie: *smiles*
Speed: Eric...Delko.
Katie: Yup.
Speed: Our Eric Delko.
Katie: There's only one as far as I know.
Speed: You're going out with Eric Delko.
Katie: How many times do I need to confirm it?
Speed: *nods*
Katie: Besides, we have a lot in common. We're both-
Speed: Immature?
Katie: *frowns* Easy-going was what I was getting to. And we've both lost kids and we have the same friends so we're pretty much in the same circle of things and plus it would be nice to go out with someone and not be nervous and think the guy has all these expectations.
Speed: How do you know Eric doesn't have expectations?
Katie: Not a lot goes on in his brain, hon.
Speed: Right.
Katie: And it's not like I'm looking for love with him. I've pretty much given up on a successful shot at that. It's just a fun night between a couple friends.
Speed: Except you called it a date.
Katie: Well it is a date...just between friends. I mean, you were friends with Anni when you started dating.
Speed: Yeah but that's not really the same thing.
Katie: Why not?
Speed: ...Eric Delko?
Katie: *rolls eyes* Ugh, enough already.
APL Manhattan, Miami
Scott: *hangs up phone, leans back in chair*
Donna: *walks in* Sir, someone from Miami Dade PD is here to see you.
Scott: Send him in.
Donna: *nods, walks away*
Scott: *closes folder*
Tom: *walks in, shuts door*
Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Not exactly the person I was expecting. Officer Carter, what can I do for you?
Tom: It's Detective Carter now.
Scott: Impressive, I'm sure.
Tom: I've been following Lori for the past few months. More extensively when you go for your weekly meetings in NYC.
Scott: You've got about 3 seconds to get to the point because my opinion of you is getting significantly lower.
Tom: Every Monday, she drives across town and parks at a home in a residential area and spends approximately 2 hours there.
Scott: I'm still waiting for the point.
Tom: As far as I can tell, the home contains only one male occupant.
Scott: The last time I checked, it was a free country and what business is she of yours to be following around?
Tom: I don't have to tell you.
Scott: Well then you can tell the court. I'm sure they'd love to know why a cop is stalking his one-night stand.
Tom: *laughs*
Scott: *staring at Tom*
Tom: If you go that route, I can make your life a living hell.
Scott: That's going to be difficult, my standards are pretty high. I don't exactly understand what your intentions here are, Tom.
Tom: I imagined you'd be a little more angry, knowing your wife is skipping out on you for another man. Again.
Scott: So far all you have is an address and the appearance of some man in the window or on his front lawn. That doesn't automatically mean she's sleeping with the guy and for a detective, that's a pretty weak assumption.
Tom: What's
your take on it then? If you're so much smarter than I am.
Scott: I don't have a take on it, I wasn't there. But good job screwing up your 'cover'. I would appreciate it if you would stop following my wife or we're going to have a serious problem.
Tom: You know, I looked into your past. It's pretty interesting what one can uncover sifting through police databases and permenant records. You were
expelled from Columbia Grammar & Preparatory School and had to mull through your last highschool years in a public school. I read that Judge Finch and his reputation were able to get you into college.
Scott: Congratulations. You've successfully segwayed from one pointless discussion to another.
Tom: Must be nice to have a father who does everything for you.
Scott: He stopped being my father a long time ago. Now is this going somewhere or are we finished?
Tom: You'd better watch your step, Scott. I might just stumble upon the right piece of information that you don't want to get out. It could jeopardize your career...or your freedom.
Scott: You may leave now.
Tom: *turns around, leaves*
Scott: *shakes head*
House, 4pm
Lori: *sits, grabs fork* What are we having?
Scott: Sesame coated seared salmon with horseradish sour cream and spinach for us...*places plate onto table* mushed carrots and peas for Stephanie.
Lori: Sounds delicious. You know, I found it interesting how my mother made cookies, knowing Steph probably couldn't eat them yet and ate them all herself. I think she just likes making cookies.
Scott: *smiles* Well, I guess interacting with the child was the important thing.
Lori: Maybe.
Scott: ...Where do you go on Mondays?
Lori: *lifts head*
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: What, I'm not allowed allowed to have a life outside of this house?
Scott: Of course you are, you're free to do whatever you wish. I was just curious.
Lori: You've been spying on me.
Scott: No, I haven't. Your friend Tom, though, has been.
Lori: Tom. *shakes head* He's not my
friend. And what the hell does he think he's doing watching where I go or what I'm doing?
Scott: I don't know.
Lori: And why would he tell
you?
Scott: Probably to piss me off, piss
you off, throw a rift between us...maybe he just gets off manipulating people's lives.
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: May I know where you're going every Monday?
Lori: ...Cognitive behavioural therapy. I don't like hospitals or treatment places so my doctor felt I'd be more inclined to progress if I were in a relaxed setting. He has his own office at home and *rubs forehead* I don't need to...find a babysitter for Steph.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think that was the real reason I wasn't working. And it's not.
Scott: It's okay, I understand. I apologize if I pried into a delicate area.
Lori: *shrugs* You probably would have found out anyway. Let's eat.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *sips water*
TBC.........................
